Kidnapped By The Mafia King

—Ellie— I walked around barefoot on the beach. This was exactly what I needed before I started my new job next month. A vacation for just me where I could relax and have no one bother me. The sun was going down, it was getting late so I decided to go to the bar. Who knows, maybe I'll find someone to keep me company. I was wearing a short red dress and black stilettos, this look was definitely going to get me a man tonight. I ordered a dirty martini and sat down on the barstool, my eyes scanned the bar to look for any hot male who could keep me company tonight and there were some nice ones to pick from. But I had my eye on one. He was over by the pool table, he was dressed casually but he looked dark and mysterious and that drew me to him. But just as I'm about to approach him, he goes outside. I follow him outside, my hills quietly clicked on the pavement, and my breath closed around me. Goosebumps broke out over my skin, and I wished I had

—Ellie— Tristan leads me to a grand guestroom and tells me that someone will be up shortly with clothes for me, and then he locks me in the room and I'm pretty sure that there is a guard in front of the door. So i can't escape that way. I check the windows but they are bars on them, I check the one in the bathroom but its to high. If i jump from there ill surely die. I resign myself to the fact that I won't be escaping this night and have a shower. As I step out of the room in a fluffy white robe. I notice a bag on the bed, there's a blue dress inside, and i recognize the designers name this dress cost more than my rent, I can't wear this. I put it back in the bag and leaned back on the pillows. My mind fought off sleep with fear. I knew I couldn’t stay awake forever. How long would it be until someone realized I was missing? I had two weeks of vacation. There was a knock on the door. Tristan opened the door. “Is the dress the wrong

—Tristan— “What do you want?” she spat, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She got off but stayed there, glaring at me. “What do you want?” she repeated. Truthfully, I didn’t know what I wanted other than knowing I had to see her. I longed to touch her, to slowly slide my hardness into her wet pussy. I knew that wouldn’t happen…not yet. So I guess what I wanted then was just to push her and see how hard she pushed back. I just gave her a devilish smile, one that came over my face subconsciously. If I flashed a woman that smile at a club, she would make a bee-line to me in just seconds. “The guards said you were quiet all day.” She shook her head then shrugged. “It’s not like I have a choice.” “I hope you can see that my hands are tied here, Ellie.” She stared at me then heavily sighed. “That doesn’t mean I have to like it. Or you,” she added quickly. “You don’t have to like me,” I said. “Just listen to me. I really don’t want

—Tristan— I drive like the hounds of hell are coming for me, I can't believe that she's been under my nose all this while. Was this part of their plan? For her to get close to me and eventually kill me? Or did she really tell the truth and she has no idea who I am. Either way it doesn't matter, I have her now and I'm going to use her to bring down Salvador. U finally get to the house, I don't even bother parking well or turning off the car. "Tristan wait, you can't just barge in there, we need a plan." Damian tells me. "Plan? I'm going to go in there and let her know the jig is up and I know who she really is and lock her in the basement." "No, I don't think we should do that, if you go in there looking all angry and she really is working for Salvador she'll find a way to warn him. We have to go about this in a different way." I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. "So what's your plan?" "She trusts you, let's just act normal

—Ellie— Damian dragged me down a flight of stairs into a basement. Before I could utter another word, he opened a heavy door and stepped inside a room with me. My eyes darted around. A cell. My stomach lurched when I saw the toilet and shower in one corner, but even worse when I took in the stained mattress on the floor across from them. Red and yellow stains. Terror gripped me hard, and suddenly I realized what was supposed to happen here. My eyes flew up to a camera in the corner to my right then back to Damian. He was Enforcer of the Camorra, and while my parents had tried to shelter me, my cousin Mateo had been more forthcoming with information. I knew what Enforcers did, especially in Mexico. Ok I know what you're thinking that I lied, well I didn't, my uncle did not send me here and until I was kidnapped I had no idea who Tristan was. Damian scanned my face and released me with a sigh. I stumbled back and almost lost my balance when